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3. it comes
"But the Priest of the Moon could no more cross the gulf to come tous than we had been able to cross the gulf to go to him. Some devicehad to be found whereby we could meet half-way in the abyss of air,and that device was the art of the magical images whereby wevisualized the form before the inner eye in the inner kingdoms and heprojected therein the mind on mind here no man was, and heard thewords where no man spoke, for the thing came across the gulf on thewings of fantasy; for fantasy is the ass that carries the ark, asthey said in the ancient mysteries………………"
From the "Sea Priestess"




how still the liquid idles deep

toward earth

no venture in the moment

but a pause to see

no ripple breaks the surface of the depth of all

blue shadows of small creatures dart and flee

beneath the visions of the dark above

paints deeper visions of a dark below

that slow ascending creature of the deep

a rising rhythm to eternal ebb n flow

one eye all-seeing placed its gaze on me

as victim or a thing that's much to dark to see

movement used for flight dismissed

while waiting on the reaper's kiss

arms in gestures

angel wings

mudras spent by priests and kings

matter's fierce design

no place to flee

one now must be

a meal for the divine

………….solace in the knowing
we become...the divine ….that devours us..

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There was no mistaking that a heavy presence was within the space of sight. And yet no ripple, no creature, no vision or illusion placed itself before her eyes.Ondine Ninetails jerked to every side, every direction, squinting her eyes and opening all her senses in defensive posture, ready for flight and fire if either was needed. Every scale on her form stood at attention as if they might feel where to look. And all the while she half noticed a buzzing sensation begin at the tip or her tail and spread up her spine in a persistent leisurely manner. This drew her attention and alarmed her even more that the unseen presence she knew was there.She was warned not to seek the Master Mage until she was full adult. The foolish abandon of her youth gave way to a determined curiosity. And although in dragon form she is only a juvenile, in her Elvin form she is 117 years old. This had been considered adult enough to be part of the Tari's Council at the Elven Keep inTriskele. They had even accepted her in this appointment even though they knew her father was a dark dragon. She often wondered why, then, were they so surprised when she left the Light Council to seek, to know, the dark that flowed in her blood. A sudden scent of deep sea and fresh earth, and a warm breeze or breath from behind made her heart skip a beat as she froze where she was. Slowly she turned her sight toward the massive dark shadow that blocked the moon and tried to make out what it was that she could not see. She lifted her vision up toward the heavens as if measuring the length of stars and found far above the rotting vessel she stood on, two eyes of fierce fire like her own, staring at her as if she were a fine morsel for someone's meal. For the first time in her dragon form she cowered down and felt the despair of being something's prey with no means of escape.
The terrifying eyes bent low with the graceful effort of a bird riding evening thermals and paused just above Ondine's head. Fangs the size of castle pillars gleamed in the faint light spreading open as the massive maw began to speak, "You came.", it whispered.